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dark triangels be present on my mind

I'm harrase by a lovery phantom

who wishes to mate with me

I will be careless with my seed and spread it all around

I'm programmed to reproduce

a storm is a-comin'

vitu tangata

the mother of all creatoins

you're swirling into a wet tornado, you jerk off your body

you're appetite is more than I knew, the earth stops rotating

slowly we make love you guarantee your destiny

you search for the intellectual collosus, and I rely on you

darkness inside, penetration

crazy from wild passion

here you are with your lascivious dreams

your needs are urgent

I'm the tool of your passion

tool of your passion

screaming for salvation

now you are yearning so much for love

deep inside you feel the damp warmth

you search for someone to mount you here

and you demand me to take you deep inside

I lay you down and drive you here

Vitu Tangata

its the mother of all creations

I did my time, am I abused

the blood races through my veins

you can achieve to your own bliss

I'm spreading my bloodline

you take every chance for a provocation

I gave you my semen, my body and my blood